Mind_Body_Soul
Senior Don Juan
That's great! LMAO.The paragraph says to Harbourway; LJBF.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
That's great! LMAO.The paragraph says to Harbourway; LJBF.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
OK. So what relevence does that have to my post?Mind_Body_Soul said:LJBF = let's just be friends.
:crackup: :crackup:harbourway said:Let people know you're seeing someone and you dont want to jeapodise it by flirting albeit innocently with other girls.[/B]
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
I believe azanon was bustin on the fact that you didn't break that superlong paragraph up into multiple paragraphs. At least that's what I thought and I LMAO.harbourway said:OK. So what relevence does that have to my post?
Yeah, couldve broken it up a bit to make easier reading. And for those of you who keep saying "never ask a womans advice on women". Yes I know!!Mind_Body_Soul said:I believe azanon was bustin on the fact that you didn't break that superlong paragraph up into multiple paragraphs. At least that's what I thought and I LMAO.
Best thing I have read on this forum so far. Hands down.Vulpine said:You are the harbourway bus. This chick either wants a ride or doesn't. If she wants to ride, she has to buy a ticket. Noone rides for free. If she doesn't want to buy a ticket... she can beat feet. What are you going to do? Put the bus in park, climb down and chase after her begging her to ride, maybe offer free round-trip tickets to anywhere you travel, just to "give you a try"?
There will be other passengers, and even more passengers at other stations. And, of course, there will be hustlers and bums trying to get a free ride along the way.
My bus has a dress code, a height limit, a weight limit, and a baggage limit. When chicks don't want to ride, I don't care because I'm over here in the next town selling tickets.
Right now my bus is in the garage with flat tires... but people keep buying tickets. It's odd because I can't promise them anything, and I don't offer refunds. I don't care to make a profit, I just drive the bus to see the countryside.
You aren't going to get any "how to get her back" advice around here, buddy. Why? Because that mindset is what is fukked.
She is not a beautiful snowflake. She is not as special as you think. Look at all the beautiful snow on the ground. And you're worrying about this one flake?